The Song Within
Is a penny for your thoughts
Money well spent
Or is stating your opinion
A boring non -event
When its time for action
Do you procastinate
Is it always strike three
When you step up to the plate
Do you feel alone in a crowd
Do you ever fit in
And the game of life
Your finding hard to win
But you were created on purpose
Your not a mistake
From the day you were born
God held your fate
So dont let them tell you
That you dont belong
Hold your head high
And belt out your song.
Copyright © Carl Fraser | Year Posted 2012
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